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are you weary my friends
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of my comin' 'round
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draggin' my chains 'cross your floor
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you once had a stained glass look in your eye
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well, not any more
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the train moves fast
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as i walk this track
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carryin' sin in my sack
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same in the front as it is in the rear
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he's taken our stripes on his back
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on down to here
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i cannot walk if you did not walk
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i cannot breathe if you did not breathe
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sin in my marrow
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well this road is so narrow
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no i cannot walk
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this road is pure clob
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on down to here
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i figured that i would fall
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ye well i left it all
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sin in my marrow
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ye well this road is so narrow
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i cannot walk
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my lord this road is pure clob
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Pure Clob Road
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| 16 Horsepower |
